| Secrets Post #130 |
[28 Nov 2009|09:05pm] |
Secrets time! Anonymous is enabled this time around, but the comments will be screened first as a precaution. I'll do my best to get to unscreening them quickly, but I'm not perfect so I just ask that you're patient about it if I don't get to it right away.
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( Happy belated Thanksgiving! )
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[27 Nov 2009|06:10pm] |
Headphones. Seriously the most important thing in my life right now. I just splurged and got those Bose noise canceling ones. You know the ones they sell at airports. And those guys come out at you with their crisp shirts and overly-gelled hair and say "Want to hear something amazing?" in the most seductive voice he can muster and then he pulls you by the elbow (of course, the only non-sexual part on a body) and has you listen and it is like this wave of orgasmic sound pushes its way into your ears and your eyes close and your head bobs and...God. I was sold on the pure sex of it. Now, I couldn't live without them. I can't even hear Kitty snore. Yes, my cat snores. Those things never leave my head.
Given that I pushed myself into a very fast-paced lifestyle very young, I've needed more than a few hobbies to keep my stress at bay. I have dabbled yoga. That involves headphones, too. I got extra long earbuds and I listen to my iPod and do the squatting pregnant lemur hybrid, or whatever. But seriously, sometimes I break out into yoga positions at the strangest times. It is the same as counting backwards from ten for me. It just calms me down. Since things are crazy, and I don't know what state I am in until someone tells me, or I look on Myspace, I need something to keep me grounded. I did a little hip-hop dancing a few years ago. I was thinking of picking that back up, but really, where am I going to find a traveling hip-hop dancer to tour with us and show me the ropes? It is funny, because I feel absolutely uncoordinated on stage. Beyond the little dances I do, I am nothing more than a head-bobber when I have headphones on. I feel very uncoordinated, but according to fans of a recent Youtube, I can dance just like Sasha Fierce.
Headphones are important because, in a way, they keep me in contact with my friends. Friends send me music, or make new music and send it my way. Then, I listen and think of them. I can either smile, or call my friend up and ask her what the hell is wrong. I was revisiting old school Fall Out Boy today. It made me smile. I am hearing good and bad things. I don't have to like everything they put out, but it put a smile on my face, and that is all they need to know. I generally don't listen to music on my laptop, just my iPod. It is time to put the headphones back on.
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[26 Nov 2009|08:17pm] |
Ah, it's been too long!
I'd love to say I'd spent my time being a wonderful house-husband like I promised I would, but as always it lasted a few days before the guitar was back out the box and I'd start texting James lyrics (yes, I can text, holy fuck! My seven year-old taught me. No, really.) and he'd leave voicemails of crackling riffs through bad reception.
We jointly wrote a song for Shirley Bassey, which was an absolute fucking honour, I haven't quite got my head around the fact that it's actually happened, she actually liked it, she actually put it on the fucking album. She's a legend, and a Welsh one at that, a total diva, and I couldn't be more thrilled with the final product.
( Here it is. )
It's odd, writing for someone else. It's not really something we've done before - James has done a few bits for soundtracks before, but it doesn't really compare. We've always wrote from the heart, tried to create something painfully honest and personal - I think there's more of me in my lyrics than I could ever put in a journal or memoir or whatever. So, to take that and transfer it onto someone else - it was a challenge, not least because she (obviously) has a very different voice from James. In more ways than one. I think we managed to find a common ground - our heritage, our home - and worked on it from there.
But, it's finished, as I said - and we were just left with all these ideas flowing and nothing to channel them in to. A late night phonecall had James and I come up with a working title for the next album, only months after the release of our last one. Poor Sean is only just getting to spend time with his newborn, and he's got James and I hassling him every two seconds. He fucking loves it, the slag.
I could go off on some romantic ramble about how writing music is like my lifeblood, and I get pleasure out of knowing people are listening, relating, connecting, making love to my words, and all sorts of other shit, but the truth is I'm just so used to writing now that I feel all weird if there's not something in progress. As much as I enjoy sitting about watching TV, picking dog hairs off the sofa (no, that's not sarcasm, I'm an expert at doing nothing) there comes a point when I just have to write. Maybe it's the equivalent of having a journal or a therapist. Yeah, I think it's my therapy, actually. Sounds about right.
Anyway, Gavin & Stacey is about to start, I should go back to doing nothing again before the missus starts worrying about my health.
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[24 Nov 2009|07:19pm] |
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| Secrets Post #129 |
[21 Nov 2009|09:46pm] |
Secrets time! Anonymous is enabled this time around, but the comments will be screened first as a precaution. I'll do my best to get to unscreening them quickly, but I'm not perfect so I just ask that you're patient about it if I don't get to it right away.
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![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) arigolden, some advice for you... |
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| SUBMISSION POST NUMBER CXXIX |
[17 Nov 2009|04:11pm] |
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